#evermarch fluff

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Evermarch + A and B have not seen each other in a while and refuse to leave each other's side when they meet up again, even for little things like grabbing a snack from the kitchen.

Burdock flings the door open when he sees me coming up the path, smile wide on his face. “I didn’t know if I would see you today!”

“My father doesn’t know I’m here, he thinks I’m sitting with Merilee,” I call running into his open arms. He swiftly catches my mouth in a kiss before lifting me and spinning me off the ground. He puts me down with one more kiss, whispering “I missed you.” He looks over my shoulder and down the street, “if your Pa doesn’t know you’re here, we should go inside.”

It’s a shame because it’s a nice evening, but I have to agree. My father wasn’t best pleased when he found out I was dating Burdock. I don’t want any trouble to come Burdock’s way, so I slip in the house after him.

“Ma is out,” he tells me as he guides me to his worn and lump couch. He takes my waist in his hands and kisses me again, hot and hasty. More eager this time. We pull apart to catch our breaths. “Hi,” he says finally grinning and rubbing his nose against mine. 

“Hi.” Oh yes, I love him. That much is clear. My heart flutters under his silver gaze. I could stay looking at him forever. Burdock has other ideas though and shifts to stand up. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks, “I have a rabbit, freshly caught this morning.”

“I could eat,” I say, but pout when he makes his way over to the kitchen. I rise from the couch and wrap my arms around his middle, “I don’t want to be apart though.”

“One day, we’ll never have to be apart again,” he tells me, taking my chin in his hand and giving me one final soft kiss before he begins preparing the rabbit. 

I don’t let go of him though. He throws his head back in laughter at my determination to be right by his side. “If you told 13 year old me Asterid March would be stuck to my side like this, he’d have fainted right on the spot!”

I smile into the kisses I run along his neck and his jaw, “and if you had told 13 year old me that she was in love with Burdock Everdeen, she’d have called you a liar.” 

“It’s nice to be in love, isn’t it?” he pours the rabbit into a boiling pot, I grab a spoon and stand at his side stirring while he adds the vegetables and herbs. 

“It makes everything worth it,” I agree. 

[shewakessupwiththesun]

READ ICEBOX HERE!

A week before the reaping of the 50th annual Hunger Games, Burdock stops by the apothecary to trade with Asterid March. Discovering that her icebox needs mending, he offers to lend a hand.

[shewakessupwiththesun]

vii  , slipping thick socks onto their partner’s cold feet and pressing a soft kiss to their ankle before pulling the blanket back over them

For evermarch please 💛

Thank you for the prompt @dandelionsunset1210 I absolutely love writing evermarch 💛

I grimace at the sounds of the wind rattling the boards of the house. There’s a dreadful whistle created by a hole in one of the walls. Asterid digs around for an old piece of cloth that might be used to plug up the hole until I can fix it. 

“Here, try this.” She passes me a few scraps that are too far gone to ever be used for anything else. I wedge in the fabrics. That seems to do the trick, for now.

I pick up my hot mug of peppermint tea and rejoin Asterid on the sofa, where she waits with her own steaming cup and an arm holding out one side of the quilt that we’d been snuggled under before the whistling wind became unbearable. 

She smiles up at me, expectantly, waiting for me to join her, but all I can do is sigh. Asterid’s bare feet are tucked up underneath her, cocooned in her nigh gown. They must be like blocks of ice, but she doesn’t complain. This is our first winter married, living together in the Seam and it’s a cold one. She could be living in a far warmer house right now. A house with walls that don’t rattle, or a house that has a baker’s oven to keep it perpetually toasty. She’s chosen to be here with me though, perhaps it’s selfish, but I’m glad she is. Every day is lighter and happier because she’s here. Still, she has given up so much and I want to make sure she is always comfortable. 

“These not dry yet?” I gesture to the socks drying over the hearth.

She crinkles her nose slightly, “they were still pretty damp last time I checked.” 

I go over and feel a few pairs. “These ones feel alright,” I say pulling them down off the line, “your foot, Miss.”

Asterid smiles and her foot floats into the air, I pull a thick red sock over one foot, pressing a soft kiss to her ankle, then hold my hand out for the other foot where I do the same. I finish with a kiss to the lips as I pull the quilt back around us both.  

“Better?” I ask.

Asterid makes a pleasant humming noise, “much, thank you, darling.”